I woke up this morning at about 8.30, except I didn’t know what the time was because my clock radio screen was blank. After making sure it wasn’t my fault (power bill – paid; fuses – all present and accounted for), I rang Vector. I knew something was up when instead of getting through to Vector, I got the overloaded recording from TelstraClear.
So I grabbed my watch off the coffee table (8.47) and went back to bed and slept until later in the morning. (I’m not a lazy-arse, I’m still a bit illin’.)
By noon I decided to get out of bed and get in the shower. Fortunately I had plentiful hot water, but unfortunately I still couldn’t wash my hair because my hair dryer was inoperable and I didn’t want to sit around with wet hair.
I went for a walk down to the Mt Eden shops and discovered most of them were shut. But I was enticed by the candlelit Time Out bookshop, so I wandered in and saw that Douglas Coupland’s latest novel, JPod was in store, so I bought it with a manual Visa payment. The lady behind the counter had never used the zip-zap machine before, but I reminded her that if it was good enough for our forefathers in the ’80s, it’s good enough for us today.
I was due to start work at 2.30, and for a while it looked like I might not have to go in, but sure enough the power came back on and I was called to the office.
I made another visit back down to the shops. The lights were on at the bank, but no one was inside. “You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog” was blasting from inside a fully lit cafe, but no one was in it. It was rather spooky.
“It’s been a bit of a day,” said to the taxi driver on the way home from work. Indeed it has. Checking my email just now, I found a spam with the randomly generated subject line, “You never miss the water till the well runs dry.”